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It was a warm Friday night in mid august when Vincent, his friends called him chamber, decided to go out to have some drinks with a few of his lads. Chamber had a lot of friends, he was quite popular in his city. Allegedly, his popularity was the product of his quite pleasent appearance and his outrageous amount of charm. Throughout his life his sly tounge helped him in many different situations that would've been quite unfortunate for him otherwise.
He didn't need to contact them to ask if they'd wanna have a drink, he knew they'd already be there anyway. They met up every friday, there were always at least a dozen people he was chill with.
It was warm outside so Vincent only wore some black pants with a hole on his left thigh and a black dress shirt with it's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He enjoyed showing of the hard work he put in building up his muscle. He put on his shoes, grabbed his phone and keys and headed to the front door of his apartment. The club he was headed to was right across the street so he decided to just walk there. He couldn't drive back anyway if he got drunk. He could hear the music and the vibrating base long before he entered the building through the black wooden door he's seen so many times before. As soon as he sat a foot down in the anteroom of his beloved night club he could smell all the alcohol and sweat coming from the inside. Many people would've been disgusted by that smell but not Vincent. This was where he felt comfortable, where he can enjoy a good night with friends or some girls he'd bring back to his house. But this day shouldn't go as usual. Chamber just didn't know that yet.
He finally was let in by the bouncer who was greeting him with a short handshake and a pat on the shoulder. Chamber headed right to the bar where he spotted one of his fellows. He was quite drunk already and wrapped one arm around chambers shoulder. They had a casual conversation and chamber enjoyed his first vodkabull of the night. He soon got bored and decided to enter the dance floor to mess around with some of the girls or do whatever just to brighten up his mood. He emptied another cup of vodka - this time without redbull when he spottet a beautiful girl with blond hair and brownish roots. She was wearing a black tight dress and black heels. Vincent saw her a few times before and had some light conversations but today he knew he wanted more. He wanted to at least make out with her, even take her home with him if possible. He pushed through the crowd, ready to hit on her when he saw something - or better, someone destroying his plans. "His" girl was talking to some black haired boy who was leaning against the wall lazily putting one of his black boots against it. He seemed a little tipsy. Vincent frowned when he saw how she was obviously interested in that other guy. He moved closer to observe the whole situation, maybe there was still hope. But to his surprise, when the girl tried to seduce the stranger he just waved her off and continued talking to his friends instead. Chamber couldn't believe his eyes. How could anyone reject this girl? He wasn't interested in talking to her anymore, obviously he wasn't her type but the black haired man got chambers attention. Was he also here to mess around with some pretty girls? He wanted to talk to him maybe he'd become part of his group. When he was about to approach the guy he smiled to himself, an idea coming up in his brain. He only ever pulled girls but what about messing with some pretty boys? Or A pretty boy. Chamber was straight (or so he thinks) but he had kissed his homies before when he got a little to drunk. Where was the difference? He smirked, only one corner of his mouth quirking up. The other guy who was previously talking to the black haired boy was gone so chamber had an easy game. "Bonjour mon ami, my name is Vincent could I ask for yours?" He said, leaning towards the other boys ear breathing against his neck. Because it was so loud in the club of course, no other reason. "The black haired boy looked a little confused but answered quietly "I'm Ryo, my friends call me Yoru". Vincent leaned in again. "So, yoru. I happened to forget my cigarettes but I really need a smoke mind to lend me one?". Chamber smiled sheepishly. "I'll join ya'" Was the only thing Yoru answered before he mindlessly headed to the door without turning back to Chamber. Everything was going according to plan. They reached the back door and left the club building. They both leaned against the white wall, no other people in sight. Only a black cat sitting there on a trash can, watching them closely. Yoru pulled out his pack to take out two cigarettes when chamber interrupted him. "How about we share one?" Yoru looked even more confused know but he agreed. He didn't know what Vincent was up to but he also didn't really care. Said man took the cigarette out of Yorus hand to light it up with his lighter. He took a hit of it before he put it back in the other man's hand. Just as Yoru was about to take a hit, chamber put both his hands on Ryos hips, pressed him against the wall and as Ryo opened his mouth in shock Chamber blew out the smoke into the others mouth, lips nearly touching. When chamber backed of again he knew he got Yoru exactly where he wanted him to be. His cheeks where flushed red and he was to stunned to speak. Chamber nodded towards the cigarette in his hand. Yoru came back from his trance and took a hit. He was unsure what to do when all of the sudden Chamber pressed his lips on his. Yoru blew out the smoke in shock, Chamber inhaled deeply. Then he backed of again to make sure Yoru was okay with the situation. He didn't want to overstep. Yoru gave the cigarette back to Vincent looking at him in disbelief. "Want another hit?" Chamber whispered. Yoru only nodded, cheeks still flushed red. Chamber took a hit, but decided to mess with the other a little more. Instead of leaning towards the boy again he just blew out the smoke without doing anything. Yoru looked up at Chamber like he just murdered his family. Chamber only laughed before he put out the cigarette on the wall next to Yoru. He smiled at him and reached for his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette - he didn't forget them, and handed it to Yoru. He winked at him once more before he left. Yoru stood there, completely flustered and with tightening pants. He didn't know what just happened. He realized that the other boy was just some asshole messing with him. He looked down at the cigarette to enlighten it when he saw something on it. A number. A phone number. Chambers number. Maybe he wasn't playing. Or straight.